When I pulled a piece of clear plastic out of my Spaghetti a la Puttanesca during lunch today, I was just reminded of all the odd things we’ve found in our food throughout the years.
There was the sizable screw in a piece of corn bread I bought in Thailand or the spiral metal shaving embedded in my doner kebab in Germany. Imagine Tony’s surprise when he discovered a cockroach in his sticky rice in Cambodia or a freakishly long nail in his mutton biryani in India. Not to mention the occasional rock, piece of barbed wire, band-aid, match, fingernail or hair (and I’m not talking about the silky, straight ones).
Nutritional values aside, this is mostly stuff that should stay in tool boxes, first-aid kits or people’s pants. I can’t stop wondering how these things make their way into dishes. It can’t all be accidental, can it?